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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.