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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.