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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.