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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.