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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.