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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.