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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.