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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.