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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.