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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.