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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.