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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.