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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Chrome,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.