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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.