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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.