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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.