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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
the Association,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.