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 Kosovo and from London.
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 New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.