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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the crunk 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.