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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.