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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Monks to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.