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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.