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 Rwanda 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.