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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.