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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.