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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
AZ,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.