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 Ireland 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Can,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.