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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band 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?
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.