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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.