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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.