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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.