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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.