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 Bahrain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.