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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
The Move,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.