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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Essential Logic 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?
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.