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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.