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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.