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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.