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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Nas,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.