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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.