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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Cameo,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.