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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Coltrane 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.