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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.