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 Mauritania 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.