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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Symarip,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.