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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Beau Brummels to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.