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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.