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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.