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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.