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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.