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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.