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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.