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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.