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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.