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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Al Stewart 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Brick,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Nas,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.