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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.