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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.