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 Fiji 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.