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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.