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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.