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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.