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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 UT 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.