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 Morocco 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.