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 Grenada 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.