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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.