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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.