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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
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.