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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flash Fearless to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.