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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.