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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.