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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Count Five 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.