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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.