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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.