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 Kazakhstan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.