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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.