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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.