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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
EPMD,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.