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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.