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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Supertramp to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.