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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
X-102,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.