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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
10cc,
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.