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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.