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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.