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 Qatar 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.