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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.