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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Symarip to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A 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?
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Nas,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
June Days,
the Sonics,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.