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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.