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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.