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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Visage,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.