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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.