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 Djibouti 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
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.