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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.