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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.