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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.