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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.