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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.