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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.