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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.