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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.