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 Kitts & Nevis 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.