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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Cymande,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
The Move,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.