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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.