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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Magazine,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.