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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.