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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.