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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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?
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.