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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.