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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
The Evens,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.