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 Paraguay 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.