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 Angola and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.