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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Kinks to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Yaz,
Scion,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Index,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.