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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.