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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
MC5,
The Gories,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
AZ,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.