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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
AZ,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.