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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.