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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Boredoms 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
UT,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.