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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Can,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.