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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Magma,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.