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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Nas,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.