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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
DNA,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.