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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.