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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Index,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.