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 Mali 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.