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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.