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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.