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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Can,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.