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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Mars,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.