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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.