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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.