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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.