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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.