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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Toasters,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
The Names,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.