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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.