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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.