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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.