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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.