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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
MDC,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.