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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slackers to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.