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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.