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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.