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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.