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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.