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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.