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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.