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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.