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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.