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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.