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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Gong,
World's Most,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Roxette,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.