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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.