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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.