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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction 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?
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.