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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.