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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.