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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.