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 Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Echospace to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.