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 Gambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock 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?
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.