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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Can,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.