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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.