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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.