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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.