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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.