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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.