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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Franke,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.