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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.