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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.