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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 K-Klass 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Ultravox,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.