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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.