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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moleskins to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.