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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
The Names,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.