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 Austria and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
10cc,
World's Most,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.