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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.