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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.