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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
ABC,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.