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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.