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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.