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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.