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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.