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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.