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 Malta and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.