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 Greece 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.