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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.