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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
the Association,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.