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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.