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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
The Wake,
Organ,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.