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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.