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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 Milan and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Scion,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.