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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 808 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.