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 Laos and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.