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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.