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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.