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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.