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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.