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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.