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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.