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 France and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.