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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Index,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.