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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Ten City,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.