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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Charles Mingus to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.