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 Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.