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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
ABC,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.