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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.