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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.