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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.