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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.