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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.