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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.