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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Franke,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.