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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.