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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.