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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Motorama,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.