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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.