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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.