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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Nas,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.