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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 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 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.