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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
The Remains,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.