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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.