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 Ghana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
June Days,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.