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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
UT,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.