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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Mojo Men to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.