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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the punk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.