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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
The Standells,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.