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 France and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
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.