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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Magma,
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.