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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.