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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.