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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.