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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Can,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.