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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.