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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.