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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.