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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.