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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.