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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.