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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.