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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.