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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.