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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
UT,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.