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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.