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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 cv313 to the techno 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.