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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Nas,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.