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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.