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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Rakim to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.