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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.