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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Unwound,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.