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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.