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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.