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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.