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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Smog,
The Invisible,
The Names,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.