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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.