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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.