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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.