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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
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.