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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.