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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.