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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.