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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.