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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.