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 Micronesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.