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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Index,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.