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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.