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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Standells,
Swans,
UT,
The Busters,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.