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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.