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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Victims to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.