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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.