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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 organ 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.