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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.