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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.