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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Inner City,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.