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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Index,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.