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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.