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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Swans,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Mars,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.