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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.