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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Magazine,
Q65,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.