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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Brick,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.