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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.