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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.