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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Scratch Acid 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.