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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Toasters 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.