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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
UT,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
June Days,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.