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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.