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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.