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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.