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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.