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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.