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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Fear,
New Order,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.