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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.