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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 The Victims to the disco 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.