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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.