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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Organ,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.