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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
The Move,
The Sound,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.