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 Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Drexciya to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.