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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.