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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.