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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.