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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.