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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.