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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.