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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.