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 Romania 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.