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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.