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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.