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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.