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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Television,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.