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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.