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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.