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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.