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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.