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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.