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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.