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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.