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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
MDC,
Infiniti,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.