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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
PIL,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.