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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.