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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
EPMD,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.