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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 John Holt to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.