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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Franke 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.