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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.