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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Magma,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.