Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.