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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.