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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.