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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.