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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.