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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.