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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.