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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.