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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.