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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.