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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.