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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Index,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.