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 Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.