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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.