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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.