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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Crime,
John Holt,
Monks,
10cc,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
X-102,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.