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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.