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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Franke,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.