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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.