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 Dominica 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.