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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Whodini to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.