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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.