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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
JFA,
Cluster,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.