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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Organ,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Japan,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.