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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.