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 Bulgaria 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.