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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.