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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
New Order,
The Sound,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.