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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.