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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.