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 Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.