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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 snare 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 Motorama 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.