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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 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 UT 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.