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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.