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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.