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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.