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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.