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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.