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 Qatar 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.