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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.