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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.