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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Nas,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.