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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.