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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Schoolly D 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Wings,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.