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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.