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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.