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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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?
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.