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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.