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 Monaco 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.