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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Mars to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
The Associates,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.