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 Israel and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.