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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.