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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.