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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.