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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
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,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.