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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.