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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.