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 Guatemala and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.