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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.