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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.