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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.