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 Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.