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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.