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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Lalann,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.