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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.