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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.