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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.