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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.