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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.