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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.