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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.