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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.