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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Fear,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.