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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gap Band to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.