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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.