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 Nauru 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.