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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.