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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.