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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Vogues 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
cv313,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.