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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.