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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.