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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.