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 Cambodia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.