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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Normal to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Gong,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.