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 Bahrain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.