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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Darondo to the disco 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.