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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Organ,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.