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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.