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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.