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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.