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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.