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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.