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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.