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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Wake to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Crime,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.