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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Todd Terry to the disco 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Franke,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.