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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.