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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.