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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.