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 South Africa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.