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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.