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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.