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 Burkina and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.