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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti 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.