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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.