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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.