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 and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.