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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.