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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.