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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 MDC to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.