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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
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.