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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.