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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.