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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.