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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 H. Thieme to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.