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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Faust,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.