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 Russia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
The Seeds,
X-102,
The Victims,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.