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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.