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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.