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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.