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 South Africa 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.