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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Scion,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.