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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.