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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Trojans to the rock 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.