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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.