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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Jacques Brel to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.