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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.