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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.