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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.