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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.