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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Technova,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.