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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.