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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Swans,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.