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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.