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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Magazine to the rock 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.