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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 organ 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.