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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.