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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.