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 Albania 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Television,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.