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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
New Order,
10cc,
Derrick May,
the Association,
The Sound,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.