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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.