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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 AZ 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Franke,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.