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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.