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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Symarip to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.