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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Smog,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.