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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.