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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Aswad,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.