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 Afghanistan 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.