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 South Sudan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Cramps to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Mantronix,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.