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 Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.