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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Henry Cow 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.