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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.