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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.