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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.