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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.