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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.