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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.