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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.