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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.