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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
10cc,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.