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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.