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 Ecuador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Human League to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.