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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.