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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.