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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Television,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.