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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.