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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.