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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.