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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.