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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.