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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
This Heat,
Visage,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.