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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.