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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.