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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.