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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.