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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
MDC,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.