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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.