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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.