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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Japan,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.