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 Jamaica 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.