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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.