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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.