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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.