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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.