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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Whodini,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Wings,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.