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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.