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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.