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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Cameo,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Japan,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.