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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.