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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Vogues to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.