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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.