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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Model 500,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.