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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
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 Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.