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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.