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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Skriet,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.